X-Men Fan Fiction ❯ Witness ❯ It's getting hot in here. ( Chapter 12 )

Authors Note/Disclaimer:

I do not own XMen Evolution, its characters, or the universe they live in. I intend no disrespect or copyright infringement. This is a work of adult fan fiction and is intended only for entertainment purposes. I make no money from this work.

Can't believe I'm on Chapter Twelve...This was supposed to be an oneshot wasn't it? I'm feeling a little...well...you'll figure it out folks. This chapter is a little long since I really, really wanted to finish the last scene.

Warnings: S-E-X...oral, m/m and some m/f...and some minor exhibitionism I guess.

Please see the first chapter for complete warnings for this piece.

Chapter Twelve: It's getting hot in here.

Marissa stayed in her room, reading the passages Peter had assigned her. She hoped to get a little ahead while he was gone – and not incidentally, avoid Pyro in the process. The door was locked and so far the nutcase had never followed her back to her room Maybe it was a good thing that Remy was away…give his pride a little time to heal before she had to face him on the mats again. Give her a little time to think too.

When her stomach began to rumble, she finally gave it up and headed out to the kitchen. She passed the media room and glanced inside as she heard Pyro shouting at the screen. He was watching the sports channel again and there was a small pyramid of empty beer cans on the coffee table in front of him. Looked like he was getting an early start on the evening. She ate her sandwich standing up in the kitchen before heading to the lab.

She logged into her workstation and pulled up the database. She hadn’t been quite comfortable studying it with Magneto looking over her shoulder, but she was anxious to dig into it now. There had to be something there that would be useful. She was still looking for something she could massage into an advantage.

She began to read entry after entry, absently pulling a quarter from her pocket and spinning it again and again on the desk. It was a childhood habit that was creeping back up on her. Something she used to do when she was stressed out.

Spin…read…spin…click…spin…read& #8230;spin…snap!

Marissa looked up with a start as a hand slapped the coin down. Pyro was leaning against the workstation and held the coin pinned under his palm.

“What’s so bloody fascinatin’?” She could smell the beer on his breath. Lovely…now he was a drunk psycho.

“I’m studying Magneto’s database. Pretty cool stuff.”

“You gonna do that all day?” He pulled his hand away from the quarter.

“Probably.” Marissa reached for the quarter again, giving it a spin. Then she clicked on the next entry and tried to ignore him. Spin…click…Spin…

“Boss say you can do that?”

“He gave me the password.” Spin…click…spin…

“Humph…What are you some sort of arse kisser? Maggie’s not even here.”

“It’s really interesting actually. Did you know some mutants have more than one ability? I’ve even met one. This Jean chick at the Institute, she’s both telepathic and telekinetic.”

Spin…click…spin…

Py ro snorted.

“Shit, you see one of them every day…well not today.” He giggled to himself. “That’s rootin’ annoying.” He slapped the coin down again.

“There’s no telepaths here… and you can buzz off if you don’t like it.” Marissa glared at him. “It’s not half as bad as that thing with the lighter.”

“Not a teep. A two-fer…he’s an empath – bloke don’t like to talk about it either. You find that in there?” He pulled his hand away from the coin. Marissa gave it another spin just to annoy him before clicking on the entry.

“An empath?” Marissa frowned as she read the entry. “Who?”

“Take a break and maybe I’ll tell you.” Pyro gave her a smirk when she turned to look at him. He pocketed the quarter and formed a spinning coin of flame in his hand. “See…much better without the noise.” Marissa watched the flickering image for a moment.

Marissa logged off the workstation absently, watching the coin flicker and change into a flower. Pyro made as if to hand it to her, then closed his hand, letting it wink out.

“Come on, let’s have a beer.”

Pyro grabbed her hand and half-dragged her to the media room and pressed a cold can of beer in her hand. He flopped down on a loveseat and patted the seat beside him.

“All right…who’s the empath?” Marissa sat down slowly. Pyro reached for another beer and popped it open.

“Take a guess.”

Marissa sipped the beer slowly, grimacing. She wasn’t much of a drinker. She thought it over.

“It’s not you. Can’t be Magneto…or he wouldn’t do half the crap he does. Peter?”

“Nope.” Pyro snorted.

“Remy.”

“Bingo.” He mimed shooting a pistol at her. “Wonder he hasn’t shot you down yet. He always gets the girls, even with them freaky eyes.”

“The eyes aren’t so bad.” Marissa thought it over as she sipped her beer. How much of her attraction was real and how much of it was the result of his empathy? That’s why Magneto had picked him.

“Oh yeah. I forget. You did Toad.” Pyro smirked at her.

“Fuck off.” Marissa started to leave.

“Hey…hey…relax.” Pyro put a hand on her arm to stop her. “No worries, love. Just trying to be friendly. Better than being bored shitless.”

“All right then. Tell me about how this empathy thing works. So I’ll know if he’s trying his mumbo-jumbo on me.” Marissa curled up with the beer on her knee and gave him her full attention.

“All right…but I need another beer.” Marissa handed hers over. He took a big swig and began to talk…

A couple of hours later, Marissa found herself half-carrying a completely smashed Pyro back to his room. He’d been quite informative…not just about Remy, but about all of Magneto’s Acolytes and Magneto himself. Pyro had gotten friendlier with each beer and at the end had started to get a little grabby. She had to slap his hands away as she stopped to open the door to his room.

“That’s enough of that.”

“Come on, give a bloke a chance.” Marissa dragged him inside and dumped him onto the unmade bed. His room was twice the size of hers, large enough for a couch in the corner, though the place was a mess. Clothes and magazines were everywhere, many of them showing scorch marks.

“I think you need to sleep it off, ‘mate.’”

“Reckon!” Pyro rolled over and clutched his pillow. Marissa turned to leave, but she stopped as she spotted his cell phone lying on his bedside table. A chance to make an unsupervised call was just too tempting to pass up. She watched him for a moment to be sure he was asleep. Then she moved silently to pick up the phone. She thought of taking it back to her room, but decided against it. She didn’t know if Magneto had any way of monitoring calls, but it would be less suspicious for Pyro’s phone to be used in Pyro’s room.

It was late and she debated which number to call...So she tried Lance first. The phone rang three times before a sleepy voice answered.

“Who the hell is this?”

“Lance? It’s me.”

“Riss? Hang on…” She heard him fumbling with the phone and the sound of a door creaking. “All right…It’s late. You want me to wake Todd?”

“Not if he’s sleeping. No. I think I’d rather talk to you anyway.”

“All right. He’s pretty tore up. Magneto came by while Wanda and I were out. Pietro got into it with the old man and Todd’s scared.”

“Shit! That’s where they went.” Marissa bit her nails nervously, glancing at Pyro who’d begun to snore softly. “I’m not sure how long I can talk…but nobody’s listening this time. Pyro’s passed out drunk and I’ve got his phone.”

“You O.K., Riss? Magneto didn’t say much.”

“I’m scared, Lance. I’m completely out of my league here. I’m not sure I can do this.”

“What’s going on?”

“I just…Magneto wants something from me and he’s playing dirty to get it.”

“What does he want?”

“I don’t want to say. Todd will freak out.”

“I won’t tell him…or Wanda if you don’t want me to.”

“How is he?”

“Don’t worry…Wanda and I are taking care of him.”

“Both of you?” Rissa stopped chewing her nails for a moment to process that.

“Yeah. Both…but you’re changing the subject.”

“You know that talk about having children with Todd?”

“Yeah?”

“Magneto took it seriously…way too seriously. Only I don’t think he means for it to be with Todd.”

“Fuck it Riss. We’re coming to get you.”

“No. Don’t. Not yet. Nothing’s happened except he put one of them up to trying to get me in bed.”

“I thought that was the plan in the first place.”

“If it’s my idea…and I get something useful out of it. But not when it’s on Magneto’s orders. Wasn’t even his idea.”

“Which one?”

“Does it matter?”

“Maybe.” Lance’s tone was cold and Marissa thought it better not to say.

“Tell me what happened…what does Magneto want from you guys?” Marissa pulled up her knees and turned away from Pyro’s snoring form to listen. Lance outlined what had happened in the last two weeks and Marissa thought fast.

“This all means he at least wants it to look like it was my idea….”

“But, it’s not.”

“No. It’s not.”

A hiss came from behind her and suddenly her shadow was dancing on the wall, thrown by a flickering light. She looked over her shoulder to see Pyro standing over her, his face half in shadow, a ball of flame in one hand. His other was extended in a silent demand for the phone.

“I have to go.” Marissa hung up the phone, not hearing Lance’s reply. She offered it up with a shaky hand. The room was getting hot and flames danced in Pyro’s eyes.

“I was just making a phone call…” Marissa shrank away from the heat…He shouldn’t even be conscious, much less standing after all that beer. How much had he heard?

Pyro snatched the phone from her and shoved it his pocket. Then he tugged her off the couch by the arm. He dragged her from his room, cursing drunkenly under his breath until he reached her door. Then he shoved her inside and locked it. Marissa stumbled then sat down on the bed.

“Shit.”


Todd woke as the door creaked. He made out Lance’s figure closing the door quietly. Wanda was snoring softly beside him, one knee pressing into his back. This piling into bed thing wasn’t always comfortable. He reached behind him to reposition Wanda’s leg without waking her. Lance crossed the room to slip under the covers next to him.

“Hey man, thought you were sleeping.” Lance whispered.

“Heard the door, yo.” Todd reached to pull the blankets up higher over them both, blinking sleepily. Lance seemed tense as his hand brushed across his arm.

“Sorry.” Lance settled on his back and rested his head on his arm.

“You all right?”

“Just worried, that’s all. Same old shit.”

“Marissa…”

“Yeah. 221; Todd listened to Lance’s breathing. He could tell the other man wasn’t sleeping. He and Wanda had put him in the middle…and Lance had gotten short changed, again. He never complained, but it wasn’t right.

Todd ran a tentative hand across his friend’s bare chest. He heard Lance’s breath catch, but he didn’t say anything. He trailed his hand a little lower, ruffling the thin line of hair that ran from Lance’s navel to the waistband of his pajamas. He felt Lance’s stomach tense under his fingertips.

“Todd…” Lance’s hand moved to stop his trailing fingers, pinning them in place. “What are you doing?”

“You been real nice about me and Wanda. Wanna return the favor, yo.”

“It’s O.K., man.”

“No, it’s not. Unless you don’t want me to…” Todd began to pull his hand back. Maybe Lance hadn’t been as into it as he thought. Wanda sighed and rolled away from Todd’s back and they both froze for a moment.

“All right…just don’t wake Wanda. She’s got class in the morning.” Lance whispered and let go of Todd’s hand.

Todd moved closer to Lance, leaning over him to find his mouth in the darkness. Lance brought his hands forward to cup Todd’s face in his hands and held the kiss for a long moment. Todd then began to trail his mouth down Lance’s neck, sucking and nipping at the rough skin. Lance gasped and hissed, his hands tangled in Todd’s hair.

Todd moved lower, searching for Lance’s nipples, small and hard. He licked and sucked at them. Lance ruffled his hair and stroked his shoulders, making muffled noises that he took as encouragement. Then he began to move lower, licking at the salty skin of his stomach, feeling the coarse hair rasp against his tongue. He was careful not to disturb the blankets too much, letting them cover him as he moved downwards.

When he reached the waistband of Lance’s pajamas he paused. Lance’s erection strained at the fabric and he took the time to stroke it through the thin cotton. Lance’s hips moved slightly and he grunted a little. Then Todd reached for the elastic and tugged the garment downwards, allowing Lance’s cock to spring free.

He extended his tongue a little letting it move lower, snaking past the base of Lance’s dick, over the coarse hair to lap at the other man’s balls. Lance’s dick bobbed against his cheek and he heard Lances breathing get heavy. He tasted the saltiness of Lance’s skin and the smell of musk was thick under the blankets. He let his tongue slither around first one, then the other of his friend’s balls, feeling them roll around, the skin tightening. Lance’s cock was warm and hard against his cheek. He let his tongue retract a little, and then wrapped it around the base of Lance’s dick.

Lance’s hips bucked a little with the new sensation and Todd put his hands on Lance’s hips to steady him. He began to run his tongue up and down Lance’s erection, letting it coil around the shaft as it went. Lance was beginning to pant and sweat a little. Lance’s hand’s reached under the blankets to grope for Todd’s head, to stroke at his hair and push gently in silent encouragement.

Todd retracted his tongue completely and took the cock in one hand, pumping it slowly. Then he opened his mouth and licked the head, tasting the salty tang of Lance’s precum. He rolled the taste in his mouth a moment, hand still pumping slowly. Deciding whether he liked it–it was definitely a different taste. Lance’s hips moved in time with his efforts and Lance’s fingers stroked through his hair, almost as if Lance was afraid to push him farther. Maybe he was. Todd couldn’t see anything from under the blankets.

Then Todd opened his mouth again, taking the head in his mouth, rolling his tongue around the head and underneath it. Lance hissed and the fingers tightened in his hair. Todd moved his head lower, taking in more, rasping his tongue against the underside, letting it extend all the way down until he reached his fingers, then back up again. Lance began to push gently again, asking silently for more. Todd obeyed, beginning to move up and down, letting Lance’s dick rub across his lips and tongue, trying to match the rhythm with his hand.

It seemed to be working, Lance’s hips thrust in time with his efforts, his breathing getting faster. Todd began to work his tongue harder, rubbing up and down the length of Lance’s shaft in a sort of counterpoint to the rhythm of his mouth. He could hear muffled groans and gasps and he moved his pumping hand to fondle Lance’s balls. He felt them tighten in his hands and heard a grunt from Lance.

“Todd…” Lance hissed a warning.

Todd sped up a little more, sucking and licking wildly. Lance’s hips jerked and his dick twitched in Todd’s mouth, sending a wash of salty cum into Todd’s mouth. Todd struggled to swallow it before it could spill out, licking and lapping until Lance lay still and his cock began to soften. Then Lance’s hands were pulling and tugging at him, dragging him out from under the blankets for a rough, breathless kiss.

“Jesus, Todd…” Lance panted. Todd curled up against him and tugged his pajama bottoms back in place. He slung an arm across Lance’s torso and a leg across Lance’s shin and closed his eyes.

“Gonna sleep now, yo.”

“You and me both, brother.” Lance sighed and closed his eyes. Soon both men were sleeping soundly.


Marissa woke in the morning to find her door still locked securely from outside and wondered how long Pyro would leave her there. When her usual breakfast time came and went, she dug into her small hoard of food for some cheese crackers. She spent the time reading the books Peter had left her and making new entries in her journal. Finally, there was nothing left to do but think.

“Study your enemy…pick out your suckers…and go for the gonads.” Lance was blunt, but he’d pegged her right. She should get to work.

So she pulled out a quarter, gave it a spin, and thought. It was time to do something… not just let things happen to her. She rolled around all that she had learned last night from Pyro and the database. What did she know?

They were all mutants – those gifts were a matter of birth and luck – they couldn’t be given to her. Could she get one of them to play protector? Sabertooth was probably the strongest, but he’d just use her and discard her…if he didn’t kill her. Pyro was too unpredictable. Peter was the easiest mark…but he was low man on the totem pole since he was here against his will. Magneto…didn’t bear thinking about. If he took her for himself she’d never see her friends again. That left Remy…but he didn’t seem the protective type.

What could she get from them that would give her any kind of edge? Other than making her life a little more comfortable or letting her make phone calls on the sly – she couldn’t think of much. Their powers couldn’t be learned…But…But Remy had skills that didn’t require powers. Skills that made him dangerous. Skills far beyond what Magneto had ordered him to teach her.

Maybe she shouldn’t have turned him down. That would make it harder. And with that empathy, she wouldn’t be able to fake anything. He’d know what she felt, whatever it was. Hmm…

An empath could be overwhelmed by strong emotions, couldn’t they? Even influenced by them. Remy usually seemed so detached… the only time she’d seen any emotion from him had been when she had snapped at him first. Now that would be a dangerous game – using his own power against him. Could she do it? Maybe…It could work.

It was almost dinner time and all the crackers were long gone by the time her door opened. A mouthwatering smell entered the room before she could see the man who was responsible for it. Pyro entered the room, wearing street clothes and carrying a large paper sack and a large soda.

“G’day mate.” Pyro held up his burdens. “Brought you a bit of tucker.”

“Hey Pyro…smells good.” Marissa eyed him suspiciously, but didn’t want to antagonize him further. Plus she was starving.

“Call me John, love.”

“O.K…John.” Marissa was sitting cross legged on her bed where she had been reading. Pyro kicked the door shut and walked over to sit beside her.

“I was a bit of an arse last night…” He offered her the soda. “And I thought maybe I’d make it up to you.”

“I um…sorry about the phone thing. Nobody told me I couldn’t.” Marissa took the offered cup. So today it was sane “John?” Was he only cracked when he drank? She pushed aside the book and took a sip.

“No worries. I was a bit pissed…too much beer and all.” He reached into the bag and pulled out…a stuffed koala bear? He grinned like it was Christmas and offered it to her too. “And I brought you a friend. Since you seemed a little…lonely.”

Oh no. He was still cracked, beer or no beer. What was she? Six? Marissa plastered a smile on her face and held the silly thing close.

“Thanks John.” He winked at her and began to pull food out of the bag, a couple of burgers, some onion rings and some french fries, spreading out the bag between them as a placemat. God, she hadn’t had any of that since before she’d left the Boarding House.

“Dig in. Wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I got a bit of everything.” He grabbed a burger and began to munch on it enthusiastically. Marissa got up to put her soda and the bear on the desk before returning to pick one up.

“It all looks good. I’m starving.”

They ate in silence for several moments. Marissa ate quickly, worried that he might change his mind. After he finished Pyro cleared his throat. Marissa looked at him nervously.

“I was thinking…you must be pretty lonely here. Being away from your friends and all.”

“I suppose so. Especially when I’m say…locked in a room by myself.” Marissa answered him suspiciously.

“Sorry about that…You know Maggie don’t let us bring no one here. And he don’t let us get out much either…”

“I didn’t know…but it makes sense.” Marissa was finished and began to pick up the remains of their meal.

“It gets kind of lonely for us too…” He touched her hand as she reached for one of the wrappers. She flinched away. “Come on…I’m just trying to be friendly.”

“A little too friendly, maybe.” Marissa quickly finished the clean up. Pyro sighed.

“Give a bloke a chance. I’m trying to be nice here.” He leaned back on the bed. “Come and sit with me.”

“You must think I’m pretty cheap…a burger and fries. Come on.”

“Don’t forget the bear.” Pyro pointed at it with a smile.

“And the bear…” Marissa debated with herself. What would be worse…giving in or antagonizing him further? How long were the others supposed to be gone?

“All right…I’ll sit with you.” She returned to the bed and sat next to him. Now that the burgers were gone, she could smell his cologne. It smelled kind of fruity.

“You need a friend, I’m thinking. Someone who can help you out a little…watch your back. Maybe let you make a phone call once in a while…”

“What do you want, John?”

“Just a little friendly…you know.” He gave her a sheepish smile. Marissa sighed. What would happen if she tried to blow him off?

“No funny stuff…no fire people…none of that creepy laughing shit.” What the hell, she’d done worse.

“I didn’t even bring my lighter.” He pulled his pockets inside out. “So we’re on?”

“Just this one time…and nobody knows…got it?” She leaned over and grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him close.

“Got it.” He leaned in to kiss her and she let him, still holding onto his collar. He wasn’t too bad…would have been better without the onion ring breath. He pulled away and started to peel off his shirt. Marissa watched him as she started to strip. He turned to watch her, his eyes traveling over her body. She pulled off her t-shirt and bra and tossed them over a chair. Then she slowed down a little, giving him a show as slid out of her jeans and panties.

“Damn…” He muttered to himself as he began undressing again. Marissa smiled to herself as she stretched out on the bed to watch him. He was slim and pale…and a natural redhead. He was already half erect and there was a blotchy red flush across his chest.

He stretched out beside her and began to kiss her again, running his hands along her sides and up to knead her breasts and pull at her nipples. She gave a little gasp at the sensation.

Marissa ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, feeling his smooth skin, then scraping gently with her fingernails. He groaned into her mouth and pulled her closer, pressing his now hard cock against her thigh, cupping her ass with his hands. She gave a little squeal of surprise as he rolled over onto his back, pulling her to rest on top of him.

“I want to watch you.” He spoke into her ear, then began to nibble at her earlobe and down her neck. Marissa sighed and began to caress him again, moving her hips against him slightly. He was a little better than she expected and she was starting to get into it. He sat up, shifting her to straddle his thighs, ducking his head to suck at each nipple for a few moments. Marissa ran her fingers through his red hair, making it even wilder.

When he leaned back and looked at her, his eyes were dark and it seemed like flames danced in them. The room was starting to feel warm and Marissa broke out in a sweat.

“J…John? It’s getting hot in here.”

“Sh…No worries…Not gonna burn anything.” He kissed her mouth again. “It’s just gonna get a little warm.”

“All right.”

He lay back down on the bed and placed his hands on her hips gently pushing her against his hard cock. Marissa shifted a little, resting it against her wet lips a moment, teasing before letting it slide inside slowly. He groaned and moved one hand, thumb searching for her clit. Then he began to rub it in slow circles as she began to move up and down. His other hand stayed on her hip, steadying her.

“Yes…” Marissa hissed. She began to pump a little faster and she could hear him making little noises of encouragement as he watched her face. She rested one hand on his belly and used the other to pinch her own nipples.

“Ah…Christ…that’s it…good girl…” His hips began to move in time with her. The room kept getting warmer and now sweaty curls were dropping into her eyes. She heard herself whimper as she felt the tension build. He began to thrust upwards, his thumb still moving against her clit. Her body suddenly went rigid and she moaned loudly as she came. He held her steady until she relaxed again.

“Oh my God, John…How much hotter can it get?” She was panting with the heat.

“Let’s switch up, then.” He flipped them over again until she was beneath him. He pulled up her legs and rested them against his chest, and began to thrust into her again, hard. Marissa gasped and squealed in time with his thrusts. She was sweating so much the sheets were sticking to her skin. He seemed completely unaffected by the heat as he pounded into her. She shouted his name as she came again.

“Unngggh! Yes!” His hips thrust wildly and she felt him jerk inside her, coming and pinning her to the mattress. He stayed there panting a moment before pulling back and gently pulling her legs down. He kissed her again, playfully licking a bead of sweat off her lip.

“Just this one time, eh?”

“Want to keep my options open, you know.” Marissa grinned at him. “But, damn was that hot.”